All Chapters of Stuck between the billionaires: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

With that, Lucas curved his arm into a hook and when Phoebe held him, he led her into the restaurant. As soon as they reached the door, it was swung open by a Mexican woman dressed in a suit. Her features widened in a smile as she welcomed them in, asked for their card, and then guided them to the table that had been reserved for them. Phoebe, as much as she tried to be as sophisticated as the other guests she saw there who picked at their meals and engaged in low whisper conversations, couldn't help but gaze at the interior decorations of the building in awe and admiration. The entire place was filled with dimmed light bulbs that hung down from the high white ceilings. There was a sculpted bull head at a corner which demarcated the dining area from a bar. The entire room screamed of wealth and luxury and the people there, celebrities and wealthy businessmen and women, some of whom she was able to recognize. It would feel like she was self-hating if she were to say she was the only

On the crowd's insistence, Phoebe sang another of her favorite songs, this time with her eyes open and staring at her audience. She could see them, but was unable see their faces or the expression they had on. But she didn't care as she unsealed all of her emotions into the love song, feeling more confident than she had when she did the first song. It felt like a new part of her had been uncaged and left to explore the world. She felt more alive. Phoebe’s heart swelled with joy as the crowd’s applause sailed through her ears, reminding her that she wasn't locked up in her bedroom. With a sly smile on her face, she lived in the moment and registered the way she felt to be there. As she walked back to their table, heads turned in her direction, with people closest to her reaching for her hand, their faces laced with smiles and mouths filled with congratulatory remarks. And like a queen, she answered back politely, nodding and taking their hands with a smile. Her eyes glued to Lucas’ a

Stretching her limbs on the bed with a loud yawn, Phoebe woke up a second time that morning. Ivan had a nightmare the previous night, and she’d spent the whole of the night coaxing him to sleep, but to no avail. It was only when she took him to her and Lucas’ shared bedroom that he finally slept. With a sigh, she pulled herself from the bed as her bladder was filled and needed to be emptied but she paused on sighting a little brown note which was sticking out from the edge of the bed. ‘I had to step out early. A voice coach would be coming later in the day to kickstart your lessons. Have a good day, princess,’ the note read. Phoebe's lips tugged up in a smile as she caressed the perfect handwriting of Lucas. Her stomach rolled in delight, and it felt like a swarm of butterflies had migrated to it. Raising the note to her lips, she kissed it before she mumbled, ‘I love you. To think she was married to the same man she’d once hated with everything in her heart had her grinning widel

Bile rose in her throat, and it refused to go away no matter how much she swallowed. Her worst fear had been confirmed. Trevor was back for his son. But why? If she could remember vividly, he had rejected this child. He was aware of this child’s existence for the past five years, but never reached out. Why did he want him all of a sudden? What was he up to? What does he need her baby for? As much as Phoebe thought about it, she was unable to come up with any valid reason. Trevor was married and, much to her knowledge, he was happy to be with the woman he didn't feel the need to hide from the world. He had also succeeded his father’s empire….” She paused as a counter thought disrupted her ongoing monologue. Could it be that he needed a successor? A frown marred her face as that was the only reason that made sense, as his empire was all that mattered to him. And come to think of it, she’d never seen him post a child on his social media before. Was it possible that he was childless an

Trevor found it difficult to retract his gaze from the brown-haired, beautiful woman who sat across the table and glared daggers at him. She had changed a lot and was no longer the shy and naive girl he knew. Her curves were more womanly, and her full breasts stood erect like soldiers, making her blue sundress fit her body perfectly. Her long eyelashes, which were one of the best features of her face, fluttered nonstop, and he wondered what was going through her mind at that moment. This woman was beautiful. His subconscious screamed in his head. Too bad for him to have stupidly let go of her six years ago just to gain his father’s validation. A painful pang hit his chest as the thought of another man kissing those plump lips while she moaned his name invaded his mind. He couldn't imagine another man touching her, and if he was to believe her father’s words, she was married, and this said man touches her every day. Fuck the damn marriage. His inner mind barked as he tried scho